Page 47 of Player Problems

Torryn doesn’t answer right away, but it makes me feel better that she’s actually considering it rather than just blowing it off. “I guess it would make sense he knew where I lived since he had my file.”

“Maybe you should call that officer,” I suggest. It couldn’t hurt for them to have a lead.

She shrugs, sending a quick text. When I look over her shoulder to read it I snort.

Torryn

Dr. Paler from the college is a real dick with a hard on for harassing me. He was at the bar the week I first received flowers

At least they’ll have a new lead to pursue at the very least. She puts her phone away. “If it’s him, he’ll probably stop now.”

I give her an exasperated look. “Or escalate.”

She hums, tilting her head back and forth. “Didn’t get that vibe.”

I sigh, if she wants to be nonchalant about it, who am I to call her out? At least she sent the information along to the right people. “What are you up to now?”

She checks the time. “Groceries and homework.”

I wink at her. “What a coincidence, I also had groceries and homework on my todo list today.”

She eyes me skeptically, before shaking her head. “No, you didn’t.”

I throw my arm over her shoulders and pull her back into my side, leading her to where I can see my truck is parked. “Now, I do.”

It’s surprising how easy she caves, though she doesn’t hand me the keys when I put my hand out for them. Instead, climbing behind the wheel of my truck with a smirk.

“I’ve always wanted to be a passenger princess,” I say, as I climb in on the other side. Her lips twitch and I know she thinks I’m funny. She can act exasperated all she likes. I see the way her eyes dance with amusement at my charm.

“Glad I can make your dreams come true,” she retorts.

I lean over the middle console, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear and whispering, “Now that you mention it, I did have this dream where you did this thing–” She shoves me, shaking her head and I laugh as I sit up straight and she pulls out of the parking lot.

Grocery shopping with Torryn is more fun than I thought any errand could ever be. In fact, I should only ever do my errands with her now. It takes twice as long as it should and she grumbles about me acting like a child the entire time, but I see her smiles when she thinks I’m not looking.

Despite her protests, I help carry all of her bags up to her apartment and bump into Isla as she’s on her way out. One blonde brow lifts in question, but it doesn't have the same effect as when Torryn does it.

“How domesticated,” she teases, walking back into the apartment after us.

Torryn just starts unpacking the groceries and putting things away. “We needed groceries.”

Isla hums, not even attempting to hide the way she’s staring at me. “And did Baylor need groceries too?”

I wink at her. “Hockey players eat a lot.”

She clicks her tongue and pulls out her phone.

“Weren’t you leaving?” Torryn asks, making Isla scoff.

“Why? Need me to leave so you can fuck in the kitchen again?”

Well, now that she mentions it. My gaze dips to Torryn’s cleavage. She does look fine as hell in sweatpants and a tank top that shows off the fullness of her tits. She catches me checking her out and heat flares in her eyes even as she turns away from me.

“If you want to stick around and watch, be my guest,” she taunts her best friend, making Isla’s cheeks heat. “But I thought you had a hot date.”

I snag one of the bananas as Torryn puts them away, peeling it as I use it to point at Isla. “Wells is excited.” Her cheeks turn even redder and she can’t keep down the smile.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’m leaving.” She points to both of us as she backs out of the kitchen and heads to the door. “But I swear, you better not make a mess again.”

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